First Love // H.S.

50

'Luke!' I call out when I see Luke walking onto the property where the wedding is located. I haven't seen him in a month, he was gone for a special photoshoot.

He looks up when he hears his name, and waves excitedly when he sees me. I carefully run to him and hug him tightly.

'I missed you so much!' I tell.
'I missed you too, LivLiv!' Luke answers. LivLiv is the nickname he invented for me. He thinks "Liv" is too basic, and "Livvie" is a Harry-thing.

'How was your shoot? Can I see the pictures?' I ask while I release him. Luke takes out his phone in response. I stand beside him to look at the screen, and watch him go through his camera roll.

'My god, these are so fucking cool, Lukey! Whoa, you look amazing!' I hype him up when I see the pictures. I take his phone in my hand to zoom in on the pictures.

'On this one, you look like Harry with short hair.' I comment. Dunno if I ever mentioned this, but Luke and Harry share a lot of facial features.

'No, Harry looks like me with long hair.' Luke protests. Since Luke is older than Harry, he thinks Harry looks like him and not that he looks like Harry. He existed earlier. It makes sense, he has a point.

'Hello.' Speaking of...

Luke and I both look up from his phone to look at Harry. He looks jealous. Like he's about to murder Luke.

'Luke, let's go somewhere else.' I suggest since I'm still mad at Harry for trying to have sex with me in a room full of books at my parents' wedding. Luke doesn't even say anything back and starts walking away. He always disliked Harry.

'Olivia, can I speak with you for a moment?' Harry asks, making me stop walking. Luke keeps on walking for a few seconds, then turns around to look at Harry and I.

'I don't wanna talk to you.' I tell.
'And you wanna talk to your ex?' Harry snaps.
'Yes. I haven't seen him in a month.' I answer calmly before starting to walk again.

'Olivia.' Harry says, making me stop walking again by grabbing my wrist.

'Let go of me, Harry.' I order.
'We need to talk.' Harry tells.
'I don't wanna talk! Get the hint!' I yell.
'Why not?' Harry asks. I groan, rolling my eyes.

'If you're seriously asking me that question, you should probably be alone for a while to think about what you tried to do when you literally just arrived. And let go of me.' I tell.
'I'm not letting go of you until we talk.' Harry answers strictly, tightening his grip around my wrist.

'I mean it, Harry. Let go of me. Go to one of your sidehoes if you want to fuck someone so badly.' I snap angrily.
'Sidehoes? What are you talking about? You think I'm cheating on you?' Harry scoffs.
'I know you are, with your silly excuses. Now let go of me!' I answer, loudening my voice at the last sentence.

'No, I want to—'
'She said she wants you to let go of her wrist, mate.' Luke speaks up. Harry looks at Luke, and tightens the grip on my wrist even more before finally letting go of it.

'You shut the fuck up and back off of my girlfriend.' He says, threateningly pointing his finger at Luke.

'Jealous, much?' Luke asks.
'I said; back off of my girlfriend.' Harry answers, approaching Luke. I quickly jump in between them.

'Stop! This is my parents' wedding. Everyone can see and hear us. Harry, I don't wanna talk to you right now. I want you to think everything you did through. Luke, I wanna see the pictures of your photoshoot. You two don't talk for the rest of the wedding.' I say strictly. I pull Luke away from Harry with me, not once glancing at Harry.